Celebrating distance.
Lamenting time
passed over.
Velvet cushions
save the day.
Situations change.
Reconciliation is
a remote possibility.
Fingernails
are cracked,
chipped
and bloody,
yet,
i am hanging on.
What wonder
awaits?
(9-26-2014)
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